Bear Hunting on the Alaska Peninsula 



The next morning a bear was seen by my natives 

 in the big meadow by our camp, but he did not re- 

 main long enough for a stalk. At 9 30 he again 

 came out into the open, and Nikolai and I made a 

 quick approach, but the bear, although he was not 

 alarmed, did not wait long enough for us to get 

 within range. We had skirted the marsh, keeping 

 just inside of the thicket, and now when the bear 

 disappeared we settled ourselves for a long wait 

 should he again come into the open. We were well 

 hidden from view, and the wind blew slanting in 

 our faces and across our front. I had just begun 

 to think that we should not get a shot until the 

 bear came out for his evening feed, when Nikolai 

 caught my arm and pointed ahead. There, slowly 

 leaving the dense edge of the woods, was a new 

 bear, not so large as the first, but we could see at 

 a glance that she had a beautiful coat of a dark 

 silver-tip color. 



Removing boots and stockings, and circling 

 around, we came out about seventy-five yards from 

 where we had last seen the bear; but she had 

 moved a short distance ahead, and offered us a 

 grand chance for a close approach. Keeping be- 

 hind a small point which made out into the open, 

 we were able to crawl up to within fifty yards, and 

 then, waiting until the bear's head was up, I gave 



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